whatever number you’ll say, summer of 2045 or summer of 09
man oh man.. we sure did have a good time
never forget when we didn’t give a fuck
hearing the jingle, OH that jingle of the ice cream truck
(the warm weather would melt your ice cream anyways so why even bother)
Always remember the nights we didn’t rest
because the day was on repeat, a continuation of the best…day ever!
The highlights of it all will stick out in your mind and with your friends
Like remember when we went to that concert?
man..why does summer have to end
When its finally over you’ll wonder and you’ll ask
why do people live life slow when you could be living it fast
skip straight to summer, have more great times and even bigger blast
(if only I had the power of time control I guess that’s just wishful thinking)
Slowly the leaves change when fall comes and the air gets colder
winter comes in like 2 turtles pushing a boulder…do i have a beard yet am i getting any older?
Spring blossoms like a lady in the bathroom….slow
All this time passing by I keep thinking man
I cant wait till next summer…
All this time passing by adds up to be
The endless bummer.
poetry by Brian Hughes
Reblogged this on Nature’s Abhorred Vacuum.
Sigh. More summers please.
Summers come and summers go but its always gonna be my favorite time of year haha,
I love this!
I’m glad you enjoyed it 😀
You make me want to go out there and ‘summerize’! Thanks also for crossing paths and following my blog.
ah no problem! and very clever with “summerize’ haha